Invocation of the Horned God
flame that burneth bright,
call Thy name into the Night,
we invoke, by moon-led sea,
standing stone and the twisted tree.
we invoke, where gather Thine Own,
nameless Shrine forgotten and alone.
where the round of the dance is trod,
and hoof of the horsefoot God!
moonlit meadow on dusky hill,
the haunted wood is hushed and still.
to the charm of the chanted Prayer,
Moon bewitches the midnight air.
Thy Powers, that potent bide
shining stream and the secret tide,
fiery flame by starlight pale,
shadowy Host that rides the gale,
the fern-brakes, by the Sidhe are haunted
forests wild and woods enchanted.
to us who gather below
the white Moon is climbing slow
Through the stars to the heaven’s height.
hear Thy hoofs on the winds of Night!
black tree-branches shake and sigh,
By Joy and by Terror, we
know Thee nigh!
We speak the spell Thy Power
Solitice, Sabbat and Equinox.
of Virtue, the Veil to rend;
primal dawn to all worlds’ ends.
fade~NOT~from our eyes
the Gates of Death and Birth,
inheritance of the Earth.
our Soul the Song of Spring
Fade~NOT~in our wanderings.
Life with all Life, is One;
blackest Night or noonday Sun.
of Gods~on Thee~we call,
Blessings be on Thy creatures all.
Archival Library Site~17 September 2004~)